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偶然这玩家梦见它丢失在了一个故事里。

Who are we? Once we were called the spirit of the mountain. Father sun, mother moon. Ancestral spirits, animal spirits. Jinn. Ghosts. The green man. Then gods, demons. Angels. Poltergeists. Aliens, extraterrestrials. Leptons, quarks. The words change. We do not change.

它晓得我们爱它么?这个宇宙是仁慈的?

不。它还没有达到最高的境地。那层境地，它必须完成生命的长梦，而非游戏中黄粱一梦。

而它们仍然玩这个游戏。

The player was you, [Playername].

对于这个梦来讲太激烈了。奉告它们如何活着就是停滞它们活下去。

What did this player dream?

We are the universe. We are everything you think isn't you. You are looking at us now, through your skin and your eyes. And why does the universe touch your skin, and throw light on you? To see you, player. To know you. And to be known. I shall tell you a story.

那玩家就是你，[玩家称呼]

这个玩家正在变得焦炙。

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以名字称呼它。

我们是宇宙。我们是统统你以为出离你本体的事物。你现在看着我们，透过你的皮肤和你的眼睛。而为甚么宇宙触摸着你的皮肤，向你洒向光芒?是为了瞥见你，玩家。以及被认知。我应奉告你一个故事。

But it would be so easy to tell them...

It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen.

偶然这玩家梦见它成为了别的的事物，在别的处所。偶然这些梦是扰人的。有些则实在很美。偶然这个玩家从一个梦中醒来，发明本身落入了第二个梦，却毕竟是在第三个梦中。

Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.

构成玩家的原子漫衍在草中，河道中，在那氛围中，也在那大地中。一个女人汇集了那些原子;她饮用、进食、吸入;而后那女人在她的身材中，孕育了玩家。

偶然这个玩家梦见它在屏幕上看着笔墨。

它读出了我们的思惟。

No. A story that contains the truth safely, in a cage of words. Not the naked truth that can burn over any distance.